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**To Know You**

I would know you—not in passing,
As strangers know the summer rain,
But as the earth knows every season,
And the sea remembers every shore.

I would know the quiet hour
When sleep releases you to dawn;
The first soft light upon your face,
The sacred hush before the world begins.

Tell me the language of your mornings—
The patient ritual of waking,
The cup held warm between your hands,
The thoughts that bloom before your words.

Let me walk beside the story of your days;
Not only where the laughter gathers,
But where the hours pass unnoticed,
And love is measured by simply remaining.

I would hear the music hidden in your silence,
The cadence only your heart can keep,
Until its rhythm finds my own,
And two songs become one hymn.

Let my lips be the last to bless your evening,
A whispered promise before the stars.
And when morning crowns your brow with light,
Let my kiss be the first thing the day remembers.

I ask not only for your brightest hours,
But for your weary ones as well;
For love is not the feast alone,
But also the breaking of the bread.

To know your heart
Would be my greatest joy.
To know your love
My richest blessing.
To know your mind
Would be to wander galaxies
Yet never lose my way.

For in you
I find no stranger.

In me
You are no guest.

And in the quiet country
Where your soul and mine have learned each other's names,
There lives a single truth—

Not I.
Not you.

But the beautiful
And eternal
We.